Chapter 1259 - 567: You Are the Real Traitors

Chapter 1259: Chapter 567: You Are the Real Traitors

"You all!"

Boom!

"Think!" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

Boom!

"This can stop me!!?"

Boom!

The deputy of the Heroic Spirit Legion, [Boulder] Gall, fell into a berserk state at this critical moment.

"Get out of my way!"

Every volley from the Elda spirits was blown away by the wave of air he created with his stomps, crashing into the ground.

At this moment, the ferocity of the Legendary Warrior was on full display.

Especially as Gall was clad in heavy armor and in heroic spirit form, stomping and creating massive craters repeatedly, looking incredibly imposing.

"Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly, the apprehension from the failed ambush gradually dissipating from his heart.

"Is this the limit of you traitors!!?"

Hmph.

The defense was just that, nothing to be feared.

However, Gall didn’t notice.

The arrows he easily blasted away were never aimed at his vital points but were aimed precisely at the space around his body and the gaps in his armor joints from the beginning.

Many arrows exploded automatically when nearing Gall, turning into masses of colorless and odorless mist with strong purifying power, merging into the surrounding dense fog.

Silent Arrows!

They do not create silence but have the "magic stasis" effect, greatly disrupting the target’s energy operation and senses.

Gradually, Gall felt a heaviness surrounding him as if he was trapped in thick glue, his movements becoming sluggish and his energy connection with the outside world becoming obscure.

At this point, he finally realized something was wrong.

"It’s a trap!"

Gall roared in anger, trying to burst and disperse these mist clouds again, only to find the gathering speed of magic power alarmingly slow.

Meanwhile, the ground beneath his feet suddenly became as loose and muddy as quicksand!

Numerous luminescent mycelia emerged from underground, winding around Gall’s leg armor like living snakes, and swiftly extending upwards, attempting to secure him to the ground completely.

This was the "Binding Fungi Net" by Miser, which had a formidable physical restraining power and could absorb the energy of its prey.

If the intruder hadn’t been wearing special heroic heavy armor, Miser would have found it difficult to control him.

Gall finally understood he had fallen into the enemy’s trap, letting out a roar of unwillingness.

"Despicable!!!"

But after all, he was a battle-hardened Legendary Heroic Spirit, and both in life and death, he dedicated everything to warfare, his combat instincts burned into his soul.

He bellowed, forcibly breaking free from part of the mycelia, his heavy armor clamping down on the ground, temporarily stabilizing his stance with brute force.

"Traitors!"

"You won’t trap me!"

In his hands, a massive heroic warhammer instantly appeared, swinging forward fiercely trying to force open a path.

But the next second—

Dong!

An enormous metal tower shield with a roaring bear head carving, like a mountain, stood in his way.

Five heroic shield warriors clad entirely in heavy armor, no less in size than him, appeared suddenly as if risen from the ground.

"What!?"

Gall’s soul fire surged fiercely, bellowing and dropping the hammer down once more.

"Get——out of my way!"

Dong!

The warhammer struck the tower shield, creating a deafening boom, the runes on the shield surface flashing rapidly, directing most of the impact into the earth, the shield warrior’s body sinking slightly, yet not taking a step back, transmitting the remaining force aside.

The five shield warriors cooperated to dissipate the force, layer by layer, successfully withstanding the explosive attack.

Though they weren’t at a Legendary level, their combined effort somehow unleashed power comparable to the Legendary.

Behind the shield warriors, on both sides, more figures emerged from the air’s ripples, from the shadows of trees, even from cracks in the ground.

Phantom-like heroic rogues, heroic archers drawing longbows, and heroic warriors wielding war axes and hammer staffs...

They moved silently, without shouts or roars, only cold killing intent weaving into a tangible net, their gaze as indifferent as looking at the dead.

The heroic spirits needed no words, joining forces to charge at Gall, beginning the siege.

Their coordination reached the pinnacle.

Ranged interference arrows and nature magic ceaselessly weakened the enemy’s state, occasionally shooting a tricky arrow at his knees.

The shield warriors at close range stood like rocks against Gall’s fierce onslaught, delivering heavy blunt strikes as he attempted to change direction.

Meanwhile, those agile rogues were like an inextricable disease, exploiting gaps in the enemy’s defense to launch lethal attacks, leaving deep scratches on Gall’s heavy armor.

They couldn’t immediately break through the defense, yet they drastically disrupted the enemy’s rhythm, continually depleting his protective energy.

This was not a battle; it was a hunt.

A ruthless, efficient slaughter, rehearsed countless times against various types of powerful enemies.

And in this long-lost fight, although these heroic warriors were silent, they wore smiles of delight on their lips.

Yes, just like this!

This is how it should be!

If Elda’s residents witnessed this scene, they might find it hard to believe such a brutal side shown by those "construction workers" and "humble farmers" in everyday life.

But this was the true nature of these heroic spirits.

Since Herbert awakened them using the Heroic Spirit Pool, they had been obeying commands, quietly engaging in various fundamental construction tasks.

Building houses, farming, patrolling, praying... repeating these harmless routines day after day.